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purecantarella · 7 months

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Just a Bite

day 8 since kinktober started but i like to think better late than never AHAHHAHA and i can't be the only one who's imagined marking up any one of these women's skin 😭 anyway, so i hope yall enjoy this one!! day 8 : biting myoui mina x reader dislcaimer/s : incredibly suggestive. minors dni

Mina always considered herself to be a patient woman. Nothing in particular easily set her off. She knew how to take a joke. The Japanese woman all-together just knew how to handle herself and maintain an air of grace around her.

But you really were working her last nerve.

It's not that you intended to do that, and she fully knew that. But you had an odd and rather distracting tendency to bite down on her shoulder when you two are cuddling or standing beside one another. It was cute at first, but then it got increasingly hard for Mina to ignore how her heart would jump when you took a particularly hard nip that would leave her breathless.

She was able to mask it with a light giggle or pushing you off. But there were days when it was hard...much like tonight.

After the day she had, greeting fans, playing with her members, and performing, she was just glad she could come home to you. From the moment she walked in the door, you greeted her with your puppy-like charm and bright eyes.

A calm washes over her as she walks into your embrace. You prop your head atop hers while she nuzzles gently into your neck. You feel a her release a relaxed breath as her hold on your waist tightens.

You pull away, much to her dismay, to brush her hair out of her face, "Long day, Minari?" You ask only for her to nod and fall back into your arms. You silently listen as she talks about the highlights of the fanmeet that day, waddling backwards into the couch, setting her beside you.

The Japanese woman continues to ramble as you nuzzle yourself into her neck, savoring the moment as you could. Mindlessly, you begin leaving hair-light kisses over clothed shoulder, nodding every now and again to make sure she knew you were listening.

Mina is joking about something Momo and Dahyun had done that had the fans screaming when she felt it. Your teeth sank into the cloth of her shirt, down onto her skin. It sparked a jolt through her and she couldn't help the groan that fell past her lips, cutting her sentence off.

In a feeble attempt to brush it off, she cleared her throat before continuing her story. Hoping that you didn't hear it through your blissed out daze.

But you heard it.

Faint, but it echoed in your ears. You eased your teeth back into her porcelain skin and your ears perked up hearing the barely audible whimper fall from your girlfriend's lips. Unable to stop yourself, you smirk against her.

Lifting your head, you watch Mina immediately look away, a hot flush coloring her cheeks. You lean up and place a feather light kiss over her cheek. Allowing the contact to linger as you whisper, "And just what was that, Minari?"

Mina clears her throat and forces her eyes away, a nervous smile growing on her lips as you leaned in closer. As she tried to stand up, you grab her wrist while the other finds purchase on her waist. Forcing her onto your lap. She watches the glimmer of mischief shine in your ever darkening eyes.

"Y-Y/n—" Her shaky voice falls into a soft gasp as your lips wrapped around her earlobe, teeth grazing the skin there as you tug down playfully. Your grip on her wrist lets and your fingers trail up her arm. Finding the ends of her hair, you push it all behind her shoulder. Your falls to a hushed whisper, voice husky, "I didn't think my little actions had such extreme reactions in you, Minari."

Finding her voice, she says as firmly as she can, "I don't know what you're talking about, Y/n." The laugh that settles in your chest does nothing to soothe her nerves, it was dark as your head slowly ducked into the newly exposed skin of her neck, breath fanning the skin there. Boldly, you kiss above her pulse point, baring your teeth as you scrape down the column of her neck.

Knowing full well she would be unable to fight you off, she gives into the sigh that caught in her throat. Her hand runs through your hair, scratching gently. Silently telling you to continue.

Your hand trailed from the back of her neck to the front of her shirt ad you continue to bite and suck her neck. Slowly unbuttoning every button from its hole. One at a time, each time you left a small nip leaving her blushing. You pull away, her shirt fully open and exposing the white bralette, her toned stomach flexing as the hand that sat on her waist slipped their way towards the zipper of her jeans.

Pausing for a moment, you look into her eyes. Want oozing from the dark pools and you can't help yourself from leaning forward. Catching her lips between yours. The arms that had dangled on her sides through your onslaught wrapped around your neck as she deepened the kiss. As you pull away she tugs your lower lip between her teeth, hard enough to break the skin.

You groan before snapping out of your daze, chuckling darkly before lifting your thumb to brush off the blood. You kiss her jaw, then her neck, all the way down to her heat. Her eyes were liquid metal watching you with intent, her hands still knotted in your hair. Silently begging you for more.

You tilt your head curiously and teasingly to the side. Slowly, you're pulling the zipper of her pants down with a small smirk. "Something tells me you have something to say, Minari..." You trail off, waiting for her to verbalize what you knew she wanted you to do.

The bashful blush over her cheeks deepen before she says a shaky, "P-Please, Y/n..." You grin before slipping her pants and underwear off in one slick motion.

You wink before moving between her thighs, leaving light nips on your way up to her center. "Well, I suppose I could have a bite to eat, Minari."

The afternoon was filled with Mina's increasingly loud whining and you were left with a wildcard to use against your girlfriend even in the most public settings.

was that shitty towards the end? yes. will i edit it any further? not any time soon HAHAHAHAH i know its a little weak for my personal day 1 but i'll get back into the swing of it, i promise my lovelies!! anyway, i hope you all enjoyed this and i will see you all tomorrow!! keep safe and i love every single on of you 💗 - r

#twice #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice smut #twice mina #myoui mina #mina x reader #mina imagines #mina smut #kpop idol x reader #kpop idol imagines #kpop idol smut #kpop x reader #kpop smut #girl group x reader #girl group imagines #girl group smut #purecantarella #kinktober 2023

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miinatozakiii · 5 months

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it’s getting colder baby, let me keep you warm all night.

kim dahyun x fem!reader ; fluff ; wc: 2k

summary: you show up outside dahyuns house throwing pebbles out her window and convince her to eat some instant noodles and rice with you.

warning: not proofread lol ; food mentions

a/n: um i forgot how to drive a motorcycle i’ve only rode it once a while ago and i literally forgot how everything goes so ignore the mistakes if it’s not right lol. also i'm craving some instant ramen.

dahyun hears a small pang! at her window, then shifts her gaze off of the precalculus worksheet on her desk.

her eyes fixate on the same window and a few seconds later the same sound is heard after a small pebble makes contact with the fiberglass.

the class president looks out the window, watching the familiar basketball player throw a small pebble up in the air and catch it, repeating this gesture a few times before looking up and smiling at dahyun.

you wave at her and dahyun rolls her eyes, then pushes open the window and peeks her head out from the second floor of her house.

“hi president kim!” you beam. dahyun sighs.

she furrows her brows at the athlete that stands on her lawn in that signature racer jacket and your corduroy pants and she can’t lie, you look charming. your hair is messy from the motorcycle helmet you had on and the lights from her house shine on you just right, giving her a good view of your features. dahyun is less on edge at this sudden arrival than she should be because thankfully, her parents weren’t home to see you there.

she grimaces and asks, “what do you want?”

“wanted to see you.” you admit. it makes the girl watching you from above blush.

“it’s almost six, the sun has already set.”

“makes me wanna see you even more you know? kinda lonely now that it’s getting colder.”

dahyun fights back a smile after you respond; you never fail to fluster her with your stupid compliments.

“are you busy?” you ask. dahyun nods and sighs,

“studying for the precalc test.”

you snicker, “isn’t that next week?”

“yeah.”

“oh come on, you’re such a nerd. come with me, i’ll have you back by eight.” you pry, looking up at her from the lawn and giving her a desperate, tempting look that makes her sigh.

she gives in and rolls her eyes. “fine. wait there.”

dahyun is glad that she had given in because of that stupid, toothy smile you give her.

the class president looks at the sheet of paper on her desk for a moment, then shakes her head as she grabs the phone next to it and puts it in the pocket of her sweatpants. she walks over to her closet and grabs a pink wool sweater, then heads out the door of her room and down the stairs.

you’re silently judging the uneven lawn of the neighbor’s house when dahyun finally walks out her front door. she locks it and walks over to you, failing to hide that adorable smile of hers.

“hi miss president.” you beam, grinning at her cheekily.

she rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. “what do you have planned?” she asks.

“gosh, you sound wary.” you chuckle, “i’m not going to do anything bad. i just wanted to see you, it’s a friday night.”

dahyun looks away from you bashfully and bites her lip.

“anyway, come on let’s go!” you say enthusiastically, “i took my uncle’s motorcycle here, figured you’d wanna be close to yours truly.” you tease. dahyun giggles (and her cheeks warm, but she’ll use her giggles as a cover-up) and follows you over to the black motorcycle. before she gets on, you hand her a helmet.

“thanks.” dahyun mumbles.

“safety first! i don’t want that top-of-the-class brain of yours to be damaged.” you say, and you also want to say that you don’t want her pretty face to be ruined either, but that’s pretty bold.

you situate yourself on the motorcycle and dahyun sits behind you, hugging your waist securely and feeling her cheeks flush in the act. you smile to yourself when you ease into her touch, and her chest pressing into your back while she holds you close makes your heart beat faster as you start the engine and ride off.

her head—well, the helmet she has one—leans against your shoulder during the five-minute ride, and it’s the best feeling you’ve had in a while.

to be honest, it was clear that you were into dahyun; you just never had the guts to do anything about it since you assumed she was out of your league. despite this, you still managed to get yourself out the house after a rough moment and naturally, you found yourself inching to wherever dahyun was. she helped you collect your thoughts, helped you relax and simply exist with almost no stress whatsoever.

you stop near a convenience store and take off your helmets. you send a smirk to dahyun and tilt your head in the direction of the store, she follows you as you walk towards it and inside.

“grab anything you want, on me.” you assure. dahyun looks at you in confusion, then shakes her head.

“you’re crazy.” she starts, “i have apple pay, i can get my own—”

“nope, everything on me or i’m taking you back.”

“you’re the one who wanted me to tag along so badly!”

“that’s why i’m paying, and you being here with me means i’m your problem and so i might as well treat you for distracting you from your little nerd activities.” you argue. dahyun sighs and before she can argue back, you raise your brows, making the words die down at her throat.

“fine.”

the two of you walk out the store with a bowl of instant noodles mixed with rice, and some coffee. you even bought a pastry for dahyun, secretly of course.

you situate yourselves at a nearby table near the convenience store, which is illuminated by the light of a lamp that’s directly above. you’re grateful for the light, it lets you see the pink that dusts her cheeks.

dahyun opens the spoons and you grab your cup of ice, then pour some iced coffee in it. dahyun tilts her head when you pour strawberry milk in it, watching the slight pink of the milk swirl in with the dark brown of the coffee.

“is that a good mix?” she asks while you stir the straw around.

“very, best thing i’ve ever tried.” you respond, “try some.” you urge, holding out the cup for her to take. she looks at you and then back at the cup, then shyly takes a sip and lights up when the flavors process on her tongue.

“y/n, you’re right.” she mutters, looking back at you with surprise. you giggle and push the cup towards her.

“you can have the rest, seems like you really enjoy it.”

“are you sure? it’s your drink.”

“well, unless you want to kiss me indirectly—which i wouldn’t mind…—you can give it back to me. besides, i drink this like, every other day so…”

“you wouldn’t mind?” dahyun asks, feeling her heart pang against her chest. you look down at your lap before your eyes timidly shift back up, your jaw tenses a bit before you respond,

“it sounds like you don’t want me to mind,” you joke (it’s not a joke), “anyway, i’m hungry, let’s eat.”

dahyun pretends to ignore your bold comment and nods, handing you a spoon. you take the cover off the bowl and lick your bottom lip, watching the steam from the noodles and rice dissolve into the air. dahyun takes a bite of the food and practically melts, sighing as the warmth of it spreads through her body.

you laugh before taking a bite after and furrowing your brows, making dahyun giggle even as she’s still chewing on her food.

after she swallows the noodles and rice, she reaches over and playfully hits your forearm. “stop looking so stupid, i almost choked!” she scolds with a smile, “you’re an idiot.”

“what? it’s good food! you looked even cut— more stupid.” you tease, catching yourself before you slip up and compliment her again.

the two of you continue to eat your food, sharing small anecdotes from your day in between every couple of bites. dahyun makes you laugh a lot, and you make her laugh just as much. being with her really gets you out of your previous, mellow mood.

“y/n,” dahyun says after the second to last bite. you take a sip of the coffee that you two ended up sharing and both of you pretended to ignore the fact that it was basically indirectly kissing with each sip.

“yes?” you respond curiously.

“why did you take me out? i mean—well, why did you decide to hang out with me y’know? i thought you were pretty close with jeongyeon.” she asks, looking you dead in the eye.

you shy away from the eyes that drill away into yours and pretend to busy yourself by stirring the straw around in the half-empty cup of coffee.

“i just… like being around you.” you shrug. “and i like annoying you.”

“you, you do?”

“of course i do dahyun.” you admit, now looking at her. “i just… i don’t know, you’re different than a lot of people.”

“i can’t be that different y/n, you have to elaborate.” dahyun presses, eager to know more about what you think of her. maybe you think she’s as endearing and charming as you are, maybe.

“do i haaavveee to?” you groan, but in a playful manner. dahyun notices your leg bouncing up and down from the side, and the way you avoid her eye contact again.

“is there something you don’t want to elaborate on?”

you pause, then stutter, “i— i just, i don’t know. i just like being around you, you know? i’ve been kind of… overwhelmed. when i’m with you i don’t feel like that at all, i feel really at peace.”

dahyun looks at you with shock. “i feel that way around you too.”

“no, no, it’s just… different…” you sigh.

“how?”

you decide to give in, just her look is enough to keep you from thinking straight.

“ever since we got paired for that project and got closer i guess i found myself growing fond of you.” you say shyly, “i like being around you and it’s scary, i find myself thinking of you all the time.”

“y/n i—”

“it’s so scary dahyun. you’re so pretty and smart and i’m just good at sports and an average student. sometimes i feel like, no, i know you’re out of my league—”

dahyun interjects and cuts you off, “stop, seriously.”

“w-what?”

“you’re anything but out of my league.” dahyun guarantees, “y/n you’re so cute and funny and sweet to me and i feel exactly how you’ve been feeling.”

“are you,” you begin, looking at her in disbelief. “you’re joking, there’s no way.”

“y/n i like you a lot, i’ve liked you since that time you ran into me in the hall and fell down against the lockers”

now your mouth is agape, you’re in utter shock, honestly. “are you serious? i probably looked so stupid—”

“no you looked really cute apologizing and you’re so stupid and such and idiot and i think that’s why you’re so adorable.”

your cheeks are literally burning after she says that, and then you laugh after fully processing her words. “well thanks, class president.”

dahyun laughs with you and grabs the coffee cup, she takes a sip and raises her brows, growing a little nervous as she looks at you with flushed cheeks.

“well… you said you think of me a lot… well, do you ever think of direct kisses with me?” dahyun questions.

you laugh and look at her now crimson cheeks, her eager eyes, and then her—now very alluring—lips.

“a couple of times.” you admit bravely, “would you mind a direct one?”

“not at all.” she says, smiling.

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soliarus · 9 months

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Thoughts Of You

-fluff, hangover, dahyun acting like a hopeless lesbian!! implied relationship

: hangover or not Dahyun's mind never ceases to stop racing, especially about you

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non-idol!dahyun x fem!reader

Through the open window, a soft breeze wafted into the room, it welcomed a nice shine of light which gladly took its place, laying a sunny streak over Dahyun’s sleeping face. As pretty as she looked with the sun shining on her face, she didn’t seem to like it much. If the groan was anything to go by, and the whine as she turns to face the other way, shifting around on the bed.

Fuck the sun. I’m tired n wanna sleep. Head hurts. Where is she?

A giggle rings through her head, the sound pounding off the walls of her brain. Another groan, and although her eyes are closed she feels around the bed, looking for something or rather someone. Another giggle echoes in her head, and Dahyun has to adjust her eyes, taking in the empty white sheets around her.

Mmmm, actually this breeze feels nice. But, where is she???

She turns back over, and her head hurts, it aches terribly, but she wants you first. You’re sitting next to the same damn window that woke her up, in a plain white tee and a pair of light gray sweatpants. Criss-cross on a large beanbag, work laptop on your lap, with your reading glass on. You tilt your head at her, waiting for her to come to her senses, even if it was just a little bit.

Shit that’s hot for no reason. Say something, c’mon, say something.

“Good Morning” Dahyun mumbles, more like grumbles, into silence, this time you hold back your laugh, biting your lip. Getting up and walking towards her, you softly run your hand through her tangled hair. Dahyun leans closer towards the touch.

“Good morning to you too,” you whisper softly, “even if it’s four in the afternoon”. Dahyun huffs, closing her eyes to bear the pain grunting as you help her sit up against the headboard. You place a glass of water against her lips, and then hand her some painkillers. Dahyun’s eyes furrow, she swallowed the pills with difficulty, tilting her head back felt horrible and when she did it felt like her brain moved in her head, worsening this already unbearable ache.

Never drinking again, ever. Not happening, no matter what. But this treatment is to die for… a pretty girl, with pretty hair, n pretty eyes, my pretty-

“I know baby, it aches, but you did such a good job,” you praise her and leave a quick kiss on her cheek. She smiles, almost in bliss, she thinks that if she gets enough kisses from you, you’d be able to cure this horrible hangover.

More please, kiss me more, praise me more. M’like it, more please.

“I’ll get you something to eat, be right back,” you assure her before stepping out of the room.

nooooo come baaaack

And you do, holding a bowl of warm Miso soup, you sit on the edge of the bed, you mix the soup with the spoon, before lifting it up to feed Dahyun. The girl blushes, and she lifts her hand, “It’s okay, you don’t have to feed me”. You smile, your eyes pointing towards her lifted hand, it’s shaking, “oh”. And Dahyun quickly puts her hand back down, her blush reaching her ears.

That was so fucking embarrassing.

“You’re cute,” you mumble, feeding her. Dahyun has to grip the sheets to brace herself.

No u.

“Where did you order the soup from anyway?” Dahyun tries to make light conversation, but your sudden frown makes her want to bury herself. “Doesn’t taste good enough?”

Fuck Dahyun, you desperate gay freak! You made her sad!

“S-sorry! It’s just really good! Like the best soup I’ve ever had! Literally at the top of my list now! Just wanted to know where you got it cuz it’s that good-” Dahyun truthfully rambles. You blush, looking away, a soft smile on your lips as you tug a piece of hair behind your ears. It’s like Dahyun is falling more in love with each passing second. “I made it myself, actually; I’m glad you like it,” Dahyun beams.

Dahyun, you smart bitch!

#twice x reader #twice imagines #twice #dahyun #dahyun imagines #dahyun x reader #twice imagine #twice dahyun

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ghostykapi · 1 year

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son chaeyoung & fem!reader // hurt/comfort

“you love me?”

you can’t help but ask that, even despite the amount of bruises you obtained tonight with the bleeding of your skin that taints her clothes. you can care less of what happens to you anymore, as long as she’s unharmed

“of course i do” it’s a tearful laugh you get out of chaeyoung, her hands cradling your face as she tries her best to shield you from the rain with her coat “it’s always been you”

you lay there with your body aching and begging to rest from all that fighting you just did. the blood from the cuts and the dark bruises scatter across your body, painting a dark picture of what you are willing to do for her

she sits there, kissing you softly as she always does, with her coat trying its best to protect you from the harsh cold and her hands protecting your heart that’s been broken for too long

“let’s get you home” her voice quivers a bit, as she tries her best to wipe away any dirt and blood dripping down your face “i want you back home”

“home?” you ask, a bit confused and a bit scared as the ashes of your old home is still fresh in your mind

“somewhere safe, somewhere where we can be us” she pauses her moments before bringing you into another kiss, to calm down both your troubled minds “anywhere with you”

“‘m so tired” you sigh against her lips, the pain in your legs making you hard to move “do you think the others can pick us up?”

“it might take a while” chaeyoung thinks about it, after all it’s hard to communicate to friends on the run “but i just think that’s our best shot”

you nod as you try to hold on to the energy you’re clinging on to, with each passing second your eyes getting more tired than ever

“stay with me love” she pulls you out of it, her worry for you still written all over her “i still need to contact one of them who’s nearby, just stay with me till we get to a safer place to patch you up”

you hum as you curl up on her lap, mind drifting as she calls on of them in hurried rushed sentences. the wounds on your body draining you physically as you continue to bleed.

“even if you’re crying” you wipe her tears away, but oddly enough she doesn’t want to make a sound “you still look so gorgeous”

“you have to stay with me” she begs, her eyes anchoring you down from straight up going unconscious “we still have to get married”

that thought brings a smile to your face, the distant light of dahyun’s worn out truck starting to come into view

“you promise” chaeyoung feels her heart ache while looking at your eyes, the love you have for her spilling out “you have to promise me”

“i promise” dahyun and tzuyu’s voices get louder as you feel your body being carried with care “we’ll get married will all the things that you want my love. just stay strong for me”

and you wonder how long you have to stay strong for. you don’t know how long you stayed awake and in pain. it’s all worth it though when months after you see her go down on one knee, underneath the shining moonlight

#twice imagine #twice imagines #twice fluff #twice scenarios #son chaeyoung #twice x reader #son chaeyoung imagine #son chaeyoung scenarios

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coldfanbou · 1 year

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TIAM IS Side Stories: Getting Handsy

A little Nayeon date for us to let us know how things are going, and a little extra.

Nayeon tugged on your arm as you went on another date. She watched the fish go by as you walked by their enclosures. "Wow, they look so pretty." She said as she marveled at them. The blue light from the light going through the water shined down on her. You stood behind her, your arms wrapped around her as she pointed to all the different fish.

"Yeah, they all look pretty, but you're prettier." You tell her as you move down to kiss her cheek.

"Stop it!" She squealed as she felt your lips press against her. She turned around, her cheeks rosy as she tried to hide her embarrassment.

"Aw, did my little bunny, not like that?"

"Little bunny?"

"Of course, you have your cute little bunny teeth, and you're just so cute."

Nayeon covers her face and buries herself in your chest. "That’s so embarrassing!"

"So you don't want me to call you that?"

Nayeon, face still buried in your chest, whispers, "I-I wouldn't mind you calling me that, but not when the others are around." She peers up to meet your gaze. "Promise me you won't call me that in front of the others."

"I promise."

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise." You raise your hand, and Nayeon meets it. You put your head to Nayeon's, "come on, let's enjoy ourselves." You and Nayeon went around the aquarium, looking at all the different animals they had. In the end, you walked around the gift shop where you bought Nayeon a little shark hat. As you placed it on her head, you laughed.

"Yaa, don't laugh at me."

"But you look so cute!" You respond. Nayeon covers her face and squats down, embarrassed. While it was a fun time, it would get dark soon, so you left. Driving home, you held Nayeon's hand. Her thumb rubbed the back of your hand as she held it close to her.

"I had a lot of fun today."

"So did I, Nay."

"When do you think we'll be able to do this again?"

"Soon, I hope."

"Hey, about the other day with Dahyun."

"Oh, don't remind me; that was so embarrassing." You say with a laugh.

Nayeon chuckles, "I bet, but I wanted to tell you that I want to…to…." Nayeon looks away from you, "I want to do that too. …I want to have sex with you."

"Then let's do it when we get home."

"I-um, I'm not sure I can. Whenever I think about being with you, I freeze up; I'm not ready yet."

"Oh, then we can work on it. Together."

Nayeon nods her head nervously, "Yeah, we can." Soon enough, you arrive back home. When you step inside, you notice that it is quiet. As you look around, you find that no one else is home.

"I guess everyone else must've gone out for a little bit."

"Yeah, I guess so."

Seeing your opportunity, you plant your lips on Nayeon's, your hands reach down to her bottom and lift her. She screams as you lift her. "Let's go to my room." As you return to your room, you toss yourself and Nayeon onto the bed. She giggles as the two of you land. You kiss Nayeon, her soft lips meeting yours as she tries to contain her laughter. Your right-hand moves up to her breasts, massaging them slowly. Nayeon is reluctant to moan, tightening her mouth to not let a sound escape her. "It’s okay, Nayeon; it’s just you and me." Her eyes are full of fear; she hesitates as you continue though her voice rings out as she moans. "See, that wasn't so bad." You plant soft kisses along her neck, taking the edge off. She giggles in response.

"That tickles."

"I love you, my little bunny."

"I love you too." She says with little confidence. As she looks at your pants and sees your bulge, Nayeon gulps. "Can I see your…your cock?"

"Of course." You pull down your pants to free your already hard cock.

Nayeon covers her mouth with her right hand, "It’s so big." Her hand slowly reaches for it but constantly moves back as she gets close.

"Let me help you, Nayeon."

You put your hand over hers, slowly moving to cock. You feel her resist you slightly until she touches it as you let go, and she maintains a tight grip."It's so warm." Her eyes watch your cock intently as she slowly moves her hand up and down.

"You're doing great, Nayeon." You moan. "Keep going, please." Nayeon follows along, her pace erratic as she has trouble knowing if she's doing it right. Nayeon's soft hands sometimes squeeze tightly around your head; at other times, they can feel loose and glide along your shaft. "Fuck Nayeon, your hands are perfect for this." A smile appears on her face.

"Really?" She says with some excitement in her voice.

"Yeah, this is the best. Fuck I'm going to cum soon."

Nayeon's hands start to fly as she moves quicker. As she feels your cock throbbing in her hands, she says, "I-I want you to cum. P-please cum for me."

Your hands grip the bed sheets as your cum shoots into the air, falling back down on her hands and the surrounding area. Nayeon looks in awe as she sees her cum coated hands. They shake slightly as she brings them up to her face. She was focused entirely on her hands as she brought them closer; her tongue slowly poked out as she licked your cum off her fingers. In her mind, she thought about how she did that, "I made him cum? I really made him? I made him cum!" She forgot about everything else for a moment and turned to you, "I did it!"

"Yeah, you did, Nayeon." After you respond, she buries her head in her hands, spreading the cum to her face. She thought she had said that in her head. Nayeon immediately pulls her hands away, and you laugh as you see her face. "Nayeon, you have to be careful." As she collects your cum she looks around for a towel. "Here, you go, Nayeon." You say as you hand her one. As she's cleaning her hands, you ask, "Do you want to continue, Nayeon."

"I-I want to." You have Nayeon climb into your lap; you rub her folds through her panties, drawing some moans from her. Your cock springs to life, hearing her moan your name. As it taps against Nayeon's leg, she freezes up. You decide to have Nayeon grind on your cock, making you both moan. Nayeon also thinks about what having you inside would feel like as she enjoys the feeling.

"Nayeon, do you want to go all the way?"

Nayeon looks down at your cock, a frown on her face. She says, "I'm sorry, I'm not ready. I-I'm scared." You kiss Nayeon's cheeks.

"Don't be sorry, Nayeon. It's okay."

"But I'm the oldest, and I can't do it! Look at Dahyun, she's so much younger, but she can do it without any problems."

You pull Nayeon close, "Nayeon, it's okay. We can take our time." You cup her cheeks and force her to look into your eyes. "Nayeon, I love you. We'll take our time and get there eventually."

"Really? you'll wait?"

"Of course. How about we just cuddle for now."

"That sounds nice." You lay down on your bed beside Nayeon after pulling up your pants. "I'm really sorry."

"Nayeon, It’s no problem." You squeeze her belly. "I love my little bunny."

You hear her laugh, "thanks."

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judjira · 11 months

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the parking lot

tags: fluff pairing: reader x dahyun after hours wc: 2519 back to masterlist

Ah, but of course.

You need to get your car, first. How else would you be able to travel through this night of nights, this moment of moments, this world of worlds? You have to first obtain that which may bring you there!

Of course, that means paying the parking fee, which is a sobering thought, considering your near empty wallet.

You step out of the building, and into another one.

It is odd, how society has decided to dedicate a space to people’s vehicles. The notion of travel has only widened with the scope of technology, and when technology enhances, space must, too.

But isn’t it fascinating how space is defined by that which is in it? A space that has no being, no entity, no figure of meaning inside it, has no meaning in and of itself.

A space only begins to mean when there is something inside.

And you have just stepped into an empty parking lot.

What does this space mean now, you wonder. With no cars, no motorcycles, no people to inhabit it, except you?

Surely, the meaning of a parking lot is none more significant than a storage for vehicles, no?

But oddly enough, it doesn’t feel that way.

You are on the second floor of this building, and the grey concrete walls open up to give you a view of the city, albeit shadowed by the buildings next to this one. By the corners, you spot the shine of the city lights, only so near you.

Just barely within reach. You just need to get to your car.

Your car is old, weathered, and the paint is peeling. You got it secondhand at a dealership, and you’re almost certain a rat has died in it before you bought it, probably why it was so cheap. But it’s yours, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You put your hand on the door handle, and the city’s numerous midnight sights flash through your mind. So many options, so little time. Where to first?

But then a spark catches your attention.

Like ember crackling out of a fire, you spot the telltale sparks of a lighter going off, in the hands of a person.

You almost jump in surprise. You had thought this space yours, this undefined stretch of concrete yours to define, to give meaning.

But it turns out, that is not true.

Because it is hers.

Standing in a plain black shirt, neatly tucked into a pair of jeans, ripped and stressed to give that worn look. Combat boots make her taller than she is, with the cigarette now lit in her hand and the other hand in her pocket.

Her silky, raven black hair ties loosely into a high ponytail with the tied hair still coming down to touch her shoulder blades.

Her skin gleams with the purest white, a color reflecting all of the city’s neon brights in a way that shines against even the dullest of colors.

Her eyes flicker against the horizon, the sea of midnight nothing dulled against her almost emotionless orbs, betraying nothing.

You recognize her.

Maybe she is the resident staff of this building, a caretaker or a janitor that cleans up and waits for all the cars to leave before locking up.

Or maybe she is a student, here from the local university, and she spends most of her nights here, lighting a cigarette and watching the city.

Or maybe she is a wife, come for some semblance of peace amidst the troubles of the household, perhaps with her spouse.

Maybe she is all of those things. Or perhaps she is none. You have only met her a handful of times, after all. Once or twice or thrice. You cannot be certain.

But what you are certain of is she is someone that has seen too much. Maybe her many years of living have gone on with turmoil, or maybe it is her many years to come that weigh on her.

Her eyes dull every beam of light that enters them, like refracting through tinted glass and blurring the illumination of the night.

It is worrisome, seeing her eyes.

Oh, if only you can remember her name. What is it again?

Is it—

“Dahyun?”

She turns, with an expectation to her shoulders that warrants amusement. She knew you were going to come. Perhaps that is why she is smoking so close to your car. You don’t question it. Dahyun has always been some kind of cryptid.

“Thought I recognized that piece of junk you call a car.”

Like a knife that slices through butter, Dahyun’s words are cutting, but dulled by the light sarcasm that always frames her vocabulary.

You roll your eyes.

“It is a car. Besides, you haven’t rode in it yet, how could you say that?”

Are you two friends? Yes? No? Acquaintances, perhaps. But it is plain to see that Dahyun easily finds comfort in conversing with you, as if she’s known you her whole life, when you barely know anything about hers.

“Can it even start? Looks like it’s about to fall apart. Heh, that rhymed.”

Dahyun chuckles to herself, an amused puff of smoke trailing from her nose.

“I got this car at a good deal, and I’m not going to let you badmouth it.”

You cross your arms, and quickly, you find that you are comfortable with Dahyun. It is something unique to her, you suppose. The comfort she finds in others and gives others is something to marvel at. It’s not a trait that is common among people.

Then again, as Dahyun smirks at you and prefers to hold back her next tease, you realize that Dahyun is not a common person.

Otherwise, this space would have not been defined by her.

Dahyun beckons you over, and you oblige. Going over to the ledge, you gaze into the city. The parking lot is not too tall, and the buildings around obscure most of your vision, but still you catch a glimpse of the bright sea of twinkling neon lights. Red, green, yellow, purple dots that blink across the waves, the numerous and uncountable amount of people swimming through its depths.

And yet, you are here.

In Dahyun’s space.

A space defined solely by her presence.

It collapses around her, the parking lot, folding and shifting to shape against her silhouette, a single body amongst a blank canvas. The space parts to make way for her, but also grips around her in need. The need to be defined.

This is Dahyun’s space.

Does this make you a nobody? A nothing? A nowhere?

No, it does not, you think to yourself.

You are simply an observer. An outsider. Someone who does not exist inside the space.

You are someone else in someone’s story.

Dahyun’s story.

“So, why are you here? I don’t see your car.”

No, you don’t see anything. Nothing at all.

Nothing except Dahyun.

And her smile.

“Heh. Can’t I just chill and smoke wherever I want?”

The way she speaks trails from her mouth, words floating into oblivion, the space that surrounds her, and filtering through the air into your ears.

Dahyun has always spoken like that.

“You can, yeah sure. I’m just curious.”

And why wouldn’t you be? Dahyun is mysterious. It is part of who she is, that every space she walks into questions her presence, that every person’s eyes lock into her nebulous form, that every answer explaining her being is lost into nothing.

Perhaps that is why she is so pretty to you.

After all, what is more attractive than not knowing?

“You can say you like me. I won’t judge.”

Dahyun chuckles. If it were anyone else, perhaps you would have blushed, stammered, and denied the accusation.

But tonight, you are in Dahyun’s space, and it almost calls the answers from you naturally.

“I do like you. Doesn’t mean I can’t be curious.”

The only thing that reveals the surprise in Dahyun’s face at your brutal honesty is the simple twitch of an eyebrow.

“Fair enough.”

Dahyun brings the cigarette up to her mouth, betraying the youthful, innocent, and naive disposition her features naturally give. There is experience in the way she smokes, the quick inhale, the holding in her lungs, and the gentle breathing out of smoke, as if it is simply the air she breathes.

“Can I ask you why?”

“Hm?”

“Why you like me.”

And keeping in theme with honesty, you shrug. Why do you like Dahyun? You’re not sure. Something draws you to her. There is a wanton intent inside you that pushes you towards her pulsating form.

It isn’t the need to know her. You would be content just being with her, not knowing anything about her. You are just content, right now, as she reveals nothing, as she dodges your questions, as she smirks with misdirection.

So, what is it?

“I don’t know. It’s a lot of things that I can’t really put a name to.”

Breath that exhales from her mouth comes in the form of a laugh, a laugh so piercing yet beautifully questioning that it draws the breath from your lungs too. It seems almost manic in nature, something you wouldn’t associate with the normally stoic woman.

“That’s funny.”

You chuckle as well, if only at Dahyun’s amusement.

“How come?”

With that, the amusement departs quickly as Dahyun sighs. And the space seems to sigh with her, lulling you into a sense of exhaustion.

“Eh. People don’t tell me they like me. They usually tell me the opposite.”

It’s not a statement that is sad, nor is it a statement that expresses dissatisfaction. Instead, it has truth pouring out of it, like a statement of fact, with just a small hint of resignation.

“Do you know why?”

Again, she shrugs. But it’s not with uncertainty, no. It is with the same resignation with which she spoke her words earlier.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m pretty rude.”

Yes, to others, Dahyun is quite rude. The way she does not seem to care about societal norms and etiquette seems to strike others the wrong way. And perhaps it was the same for you, in the beginning. But her blunt and brash attitude, for you, is only one of her best charms.

“You’re not that rude to me.”

And it’s then that Dahyun’s eyes gleam with mirth, as she takes another long drag from her cigarette, plumes of smoke leaving her lips, before she turns to you, leaning onto the parking lot railings.

“I wonder why.”

A surge of confidence runs through you, perhaps aided by the nebulous space that is owned by her, influenced by her, bringing forth from within you any latent feelings you might have for the woman.

You echo her words with a smile.

“You can say that you like me. I won’t judge you.”

Her eyes widen, and they do so at the same time your heart begins beating irresponsibly in your chest, every pulse somehow resonating through the space, and silencing the parking lot to a still.

Until Dahyun laughs. A striking tone.

It strikes because it is pure and full of joy. Not that her previous shows of amusement were false or unhappy, but this one is different. It is unfiltered, raw, and it is the first time you have heard such a thing from her.

It only makes you like her more.

“Wow, a little assuming aren’t you?”

You lean on the railing next to her and chuckle alongside her. Everything you do tonight, in this space, it seems, is alongside her, next to her. It is contrary to your position as an observer, as you are still on the outside looking in. But it only helps, you think, solidify this space as hers. As you mirror her and echo her, you only define this space further as Dahyun’s space.

“Am I wrong?”

Dahyun rests her head on her knuckles, other hand holding the cigarette close to her lips. Her smile has turned thoughtful, thought-provoking. You think it is beautiful. She is beautiful.

“No. No, you aren’t.”

She puts the cigarette out on the railing, sparks of embers flashing off of her hand is dizzying light.

“I do like you.”

The admission is carefree, and with it, the space contracts.

It contracts around Dahyun, who now has all of her focus on you now. Not that it wasn’t on you before, but now, it is free of whatever inhibits her eyes. Because her eyes, no longer dull, are glittering with cigarette sparks that no longer exist, a dancing flame in her pupils that seems to only dance for you.

“…cool.”

“Just cool?”

“What else do you expect me to say?”

“Hah, you’re right. What else do you say to that?”

And because her cigarette lights only for you, the space opens. It is no longer just Dahyun’s. No longer molding and shaping itself to fit around the woman who is rude, sardonic, and teasing, her very form defining it.

Now, it is you two. The parking lot is yours. The space around you flexes and relaxes around you, and you breathe in the feeling. It is just the two of you here, in the concrete expanse of a space that should not be yours.

“Well, I could say…you wanna go for a ride?”

You motion towards your car, a fixture in this space that seems to have been waiting for you two. Dahyun’s eyes flicker towards it, and you can sense the palpitating pulse of her beat.

“You don’t got work tomorrow? It’s late already.”

You shrug. You do have work tomorrow. Early in the morning, in fact. And it is already 12:04 am.

But that does not matter. What matters is that you are here, in this space that is yours and hers, and tonight, you can do with it what you wish.

“I got work everyday. I don’t get to spend time with you everyday.”

Dahyun chortles, turning away from the railing, from the city, and towards the car.

“Okay, but in that piece of junk? Not much of a ride we’ll be taking.”

It’s a joke, but you huff anyway, partly in amusement, partly in irritation. You’ll work on it.

“Message received.”

You cross your arms in disgruntlement, only for a soft, pale white arm to slip through and hook across your elbow.

Dahyun looks up at you, bright smile on her face that somehow collapses the space against you two, contracting and relaxing until you feel your heartbeat sync against the parking lot, against the city, against the world.

In her smile, sparks dazzle you into her definition, rewriting your place in her story, in her space.

Here, with her, you are no longer the observer. The space welcomes you into its embrace, as it begins to extend and expand across the parking lot, and into the city.

“I could go for a ride.”

Where you will go, you do not know. But it will be yours. The city is yours. The night is yours.

She is yours.

#after hours #twice fic #twice fanfic #twice x reader #twice imagines #dahyun x reader

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koreaguides · 11 months

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Beauty Standards Broken by K-Pop Idols

1. Small Eyes

BTS’ Jimin is known for having small eyes. He’s shown fans that he’s not handsome despite them, but rather because of them. Another idol known for this is TWICE’s Dahyun. She has a pair of alluring small eyes which are always as beautiful and shining during performances. It’s a fresh take from the old beauty norms in Korea that big eyes = beauty.

2. Tanned Skin

TWICE’s Jihyo is known to have darker skin tone which made fans questioning about the beauty standard of having light skin. Jihyo has proved to fans that tanned skin is gorgeous as she always glows on stage whenever she has a tan. She has also spoken during interviews that she is confident about her skin tone.

3. Curvy Bodies

Hwasa of Mamamoo is powerhouse on stage with her beautiful curvy body. Her gorgeous curves and her confidence in her own body is epitome of “you do you.” She may not have the ideal slim body, pale flawless skin, or big eyes, but it is her unique look that makes her even more attractive.

4. Short Height

A few idols such as Woozi of Seventeen and Jinhwan of iKON who stand at the height of 164 cm has showed to fans that they can also perform as well as other members. Instead, they are more noticeable among the group because of their height which has made them receive more love from fans too.

5. Mixed Race

People with mixed race in Korea might before bullying targets in Korea as they don’t fit in sometimes. Biracial idols such as HeuningKai of TXT and Somi have captivated the hearts of many fans. They might not be the same as Korean idols but that can be their charm too.

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twicearoundthesun · 1 year

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[coven au]

When Nayeon woke she was miraculously warm.

She was also restrained.

She blinked into consciousness, hazy and disoriented and unable to move her limbs. It caused her a panic for a few seconds, until she realized she was only tied down to her bedroll with vines that twisted around her wrists and ankles and anchored her to the ground. The worst of the sickness, and the weakness, seemed to somehow be behind her.

She was in a warm bedroll made of furs, in some sort of weird canopy or tent – vines and leaves entangled into a sort of loose fabric, loose enough for light to shine through yet tight enough to block most of the wind, draped around a tree branch far above her and anchored to the ground. The space it created was akin to a small hut. There was a cutout to her left for entry. An earth witch would have made this – and certainly one with more control of her gifts than her traveling companion.

Her traveling companion, she realized with a start. Dahyun. Had she found help? Nayeon tugged at the restraints.

Had she gotten them captured?

The only inhabitants of the tent were here and her bedroll, as well as a locked chest to her right. No Dahyun in sight.

As she got her bearings a little more she noticed movement outside, through the wall across from her, and she could hear the crackle and smell the smoke of a fire and meat cooking. Her stomach growled and she pulled at the vines again.

“You can pull all you want. Those aren’t really going anywhere.”

Nayeon’s attention snapped to the entryway to her left.

A woman stood, a red cloth tied around her head to cover her mouth and nose. Her hair was short and choppy, she wore a brown tunic and thick wool long coat. Daughter of a merchant, maybe, certainly not a serf – someone who could afford good clothes for her back and good training for her talents. Though it looked as if it’d been a while since her clothes had been mended. She held a confident posture, but her tired eyes betrayed her. A shortsword hung from her belt.

“They’re very impressive.” Nayeon said coolly. “I’d be more impressed if they weren’t binding me to a mattress.”

The woman didn’t reply, sighing and walking closer to crouch next to the bed. Closer, now, she could see the telltale green glow of the woman’s irises as Nayeon’s restraints tightened. This must have been the earth witch who’d built the tent – and the one restraining her.

She reached out and Nayeon instinctively flinched. The woman seemed to check her temperature, a hand pressed to her forehead.

“How am I doing, doc?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’ll be fine.”

“Fantastic. I guess I should be going, then. I don’t suppose you’d give me back my very small, very incapable witchy companion, would you? We’d be out of your hair quick.”

The woman stared blankly. The glow in her eyes ceased, revealing deep brown irises. Nayeon felt the vines loosen.

“Trust me, once she warms up to you there won’t be a second of peace. We’ll be on our way as soon as you release me.”

“What are you talking about?”

Nayeon stared blankly back.

“She was at my campsite when you took me. About five foot tall, probably. Looks like she’s never seen the sun. Never shuts up. Possibly the most untalented earth witch you’ll ever cross.”

“You were the only one at your campsite. Half dead. More than.”

Nayeon frowned.

“Don’t lie to me. I can tell.” She said, quickly. Had Dahyun led them into a trap? What’d they done to her?

“Okay. I’m not lying. It was just you. You’ve been asleep for three days. We’ve found no one else in the surrounding forests.” She didn’t sense a change in the woman’s emotional state. She must have been a practiced liar.

Nayeon sat up abruptly. The vines around her arms tightened, pulling her back to the bedroll. The woman’s eyes glowed once again with the use of her magic, and continued to glow, actively restraining her. Very well-practiced, if her responsiveness was any indication.

“Listen. I’ll strike you a deal. Cut the shit and give me back the kid and everyone leaves this situation with their guts in the right place.”

“You’re a mind witch, aren’t you? Your powers are passive.” The woman said calmly. “How do you assume you’ll even be able to hurt me?”

Nayeon smirked. If she had a piece of silver for every time she’d heard that.

With your fucking knife, dipshit.

She reached for the woman’s emotions, warring in her head. Curiosity at the forefront, fear behind it. And love, of course. Fear motivated by love. A combination she easily recognized – She was protecting someone. Nayeon was a danger to whoever was outside the tent. She didn’t need to go any deeper than that.

She was nearly at full strength again. It would be so easy. One scream would do the trick.

It didn’t need to sound like her companion’s; fear would grip her automatically at the scream and make it believable enough; it’d send her scrambling outside to protect them. She heard it in her mind: blood-curdling, desperate – she’d heard enough of those in her short lifetime to craft a perfect memory. And then she cast it into the woman’s imagination.

The effect was immediate. Panic crossed her features and she whipped around towards the door. It broke her focus, the vines holding Nayeon going limp enough for her to fight against them and slip herself out of the restraints. She tackled the woman to the ground in an instant, wrestling the shortsword from her belt and pinning her down. She lifted the sword to her neck.

“Jeong!”

Before Nayeon could even turn to face the source of the voice, an excruciating pain spread through her.

She blacked out.

…

When Nayeon woke she was… a little colder.

And she was restrained again.

There were quite a few more vines wrapped around her now, including one across her neck she really did not appreciate. She still lay on a fur bedroll, but nothing covered her this time except her tattered underdress and her own cloak. She was sore, dull pain radiating outward from a stinging wound on the middle of her back.

“What the fuck.” Nayeon mumbled.

Two women sat in the room now, in front of the door. She could turn her head to see them fully – the vine was loose, but a threat. They looked up at her in surprise. The same one from before, and a shorter, tanner one. Her dress and build suggested she was lower-society than the short-haired girl, from a farming family, maybe, one that could afford good clothes but still needed to work. She, too had her mouth and nose covered in cloth.

“Hello.” The short one said evenly.

“What the hell did you do to me?” Nayeon mumbled, disoriented still from sleep.

She took a deep breath, and didn’t answer the question.

“My name is Park Jihyo. My friend, here, who you attacked, is Yoo Jeongyeon.”

“And?”

“We…” Jihyo trailed off. They made eye contact. Jeongyeon didn’t look happy about this. “I wanted to introduce myself. Ask you a few questions. We got off on the wrong foot. I understand you’d just heard some… unfortunate news about one of your own, which-”

“She isn’t one of my own.” Nayeon snapped. Dahyun was simply someone she’d been traveling with for convenience. She pushed away the guilt – The kid had only been trying to help her, and she’d likely been eaten by some horrible monster, or lost her soul to a wandering spirit. But Nayeon had warned her not to, and she wasn’t responsible for her anymore.

“Right… Regardless, you were a bit shocked about the news and you lashed out. Understandable. We wanted to give you a second chance.”

“With a vine around my neck in case I try to kill you.” Nayeon spat.

“Precisely. Thanks for understanding.” Park Jihyo said, an edge to her voice. “We understand your powers pertain to the mind. You can sense emotions and produce visions in others. Right?”

“Congrats, great guessing.” Nayeon glared. “And I understand your friend Yoo Jeongyeon is a shitty little plant witch.”

“I practice botany magic, yes, and if I remember correctly you called me impressive. Before you got knocked unconscious in one blow and drooled for a few hours.”

Jihyo cleared her throat. “And I-”

“Have storm magic, right.” Nayeon finished. “You shot lightning at me, didn’t you? That’s why everything hurts so fucking much, right?”

“You were going to kill my friend.”

“You killed mine.” She said, and reached for their emotions.

Shock, confusion. Insult. They had no clue what she’s talking about… Or were good liars. Bandits, making their money off of abducting travelers for ransom, perhaps.

“We did no such thing.”

“Lie all you want. Dahyun is dull and her powers are shit, she couldn’t have gotten far. Unless you’re both truly awful trackers, you’re lying about her.”

“And what reason would we have to kill her and spend vital resources nursing your sorry ass back to health for a week?” Jeongyeon snapped.

She had a point.

“I don’t know.” She admitted. “Why would you spend vital resources on a stranger?”

“Because you’re one of us, aren’t you?” Jihyo cut in. “You’re a fugitive. Trying to survive.”

“Fugitive? And what crime did I commit?”

“No crime. None of us committed any crime.” A low-burning anger took hold of the room. Jihyo’s eyes shone, angry. “The royal court decided to make us fugitives when they outlawed witchcraft, when they brought our ancestors to the gallows.”

Nayeon took a deep breath. She didn’t need the recap, she was all too familiar with the story. It’d been a hundred years ago.

“I assume you’re both on the run, then? You were found out and they attempted to kill you, just like everyone else?”

“In one way or another.” Jihyo took a deep breath. “Yes, we’re running. Trying to find a new city to blend into, so we can stop sleeping in the woods. Or maybe a larger group of witches – we’ve heard rumors of little villages where magic isn’t outlawed.”

“Fat chance. There aren’t many witches out there left.”

“We could find them. We found you.”

“Yeah…. I’m not really a team player.” Nayeon said slowly.

“You seemed awfully concerned about your little traveling buddy, though.” Nayeon didn’t like how close Jeongyeon’s tone felt to teasing her.

“I’m not.” Guilt plagued her again. She hated it. The room was quiet. “Thanks, I guess, for taking care of me. I’ll repay you for the supplies somehow and be on my way.”

“You shouldn’t be out in the cold yet.” Jihyo said. “You were running from somewhere. Where are you headed? Home?”

Home. Nayeon wished. What she wouldn’t do to go back to her modest little hut on the edge of the stupid little farm, working day-in and day-out tending to the barn for the couple that lived there. They were kind, and often invited her to dinner; among the workers on the farm she was certainly a favorite. The young wife of the house had even taught her to read and write after work, once the stables had been cleaned.

News of her being a witch had likely spread to them within the hour of her departure. Nayeon would be chased out of town with pitchforks if she returned.

She had no home. Something told her Jihyo knew that.

“None of your business.”

“Do you have any place to go?”

“I said it’s none of your business.”

The tent was silent. Nayeon heard movement outside again, but didn’t break eye contact with Jihyo.

“Well.” Jihyo stood. “Rest up, Stranger. If you want to leave once you’re fully healed, by all means. If you want to stay and try your hand at being a team player, we’d gladly accept the help. None of us have anywhere to go, either.”

“How many of you are there?”

“A few.” Jeongyeon said. “That’s all you need to know until I decide you aren’t a threat.”

“How do I know you aren’t the threat?”

Jeongyeon sighed. The vines unwound themselves from her, freeing her of restraints.

“Rest up. We’ll bring you food once it’s done cooking.” She said, and her and Jihyo walked out.

#this one got long #not beta reading jsut posting before my lunch break ends #lmk #coven au #nayeon #more tags here so you dont see spoilers #dun dun dun dun dun dun dun lets dance the night away dun dun #ok i think thats enough #if you keep reading youll spoil it #jeongyeon #jihyo #3mix together at last #but will she stay?#rip dubs #?#who else is at the camp?????

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strawberryhmilk · 2 years

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mythical girls ♡ gender neutral reader / no pronouns used! [pet names used ; butterfly, doll, beloved.]

affectionate FAERIE girl ♡

dahyun consumes sweets like crazy. every meal is followed by a sweet treat ; her coffee and tea are sugared up with flavored syrups and creamers. her skin is always shining, glitter sprinkled across her body delicately and shimmering as it’s caught in the light.

mostly, though, she likes the warmth you bring. giggling, you watch as dahyun settles between your thighs, her stomach pressed to yours. tilting your head, you send the brunette a teasing grin, “getting cozy?”

her wings flutter in response, pink and yellow shimmering as the light bounces off of them. she lets out a sigh as her forehead lays on your sternum. “so comfy!”

sometimes, dahyun doesn’t let her wings free. they’re delicate - paper-thin and crystalized and she’s always fearful something will happen to them, accidental or not. when they are free, though, she allows them to stretch and flicker. running your hands through shimmering hair, you can only smile at her tenderly.

“my butterfly,” she says sweetly. butterfly because she thinks you’re fascinating, adventerous and so, so pretty. dahyun snuggles her nose deeper into your neck. “my nice and gentle butterfly.”

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thoughtful RAVEN girl ♡

when you met jeongyeon, she greeted you with a scowl. calculating eyes bounced around your form, head tilting as she tried to decide if she liked you or not. when deciding she trusted you enough, jeongyeon got into the habit of leaving you small presents.

various, sparkling trinkets always found place on your windowsill. your favorite foods were left on your doorstep ; the drinks you always craved left on your at-home desk, right beside your computer.

it took about a year for jeongyeon to let her wings free. fluffy, black wings sprawled out and surrounded you on cold nights. on bad days - ones where she thought too much - jeongyeon gathered you in her wings and chirped into your neck.

long ago, you’d put up multiple bird feeders around your yard and sat to just watch the birds fly and play around. a raven was seen at your house daily, picking raisins and sunflower seeds out of the batch. it’d drop pennies into your lap and croon when you stroked its feathers.

you only found out after three months that raven was jeongyeon after you noticed her picking out the raisins in her trailmix.

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enthusiastic MERMAID girl ♡

surprisingly, sushi was rose’s favorite food. her skin was pearlescent, shimmering in the moonlight as she ate piece after piece of fish. her nails were always long - always an iridescent colored polish that never chipped.

during the full moon, rose vanished. when she came home, her skin would be damp and her hair always had a piece of seaweed tangled in its strands. she brought you a pearl from the deepest depths of the sea ; sometimes, though, she’d bring you a crystal, uncut or polished.

rose had a habit of clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. when the room grew silent or she grew restless, rose would mimick the sounds dolphins make.

saltwater clung to her skin like perfume, ventilating the room around her. gathering in her arms, rose whined out, “let’s have a bath, hm? jus’ sit in the tub for a bit.”

“okay,” you smile at her. too long without being in the water caused her skin to wrinkle and dull. you push your nose against rose’s lovingly. “let’s go sit in the bath, doll.”

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charming VAMPIRE girl ♡

it was a night out - you met when your friends had left you alone at the bar to talk to potential lovers. dami had waltzed up to you so confidently - so sure she could take you home and you’d never see each other again.

only that didn’t happen - dami ended up calling you the next day. then the next and the next ; you’d gone on four dates before she told you what she was. she told you why she got a sunburn so easily - told you the truth behind her intentions that night. and, to her surprise, you stayed.

her face gets more sunken in the longer she goes without feeding ; her eyes turning more and more auburn instead of their normal dark brown. dami smells like cherries and cinnamon - always eating something spicy to satiate her thirst.

dami doesn’t like to mention her diet around you. she usually only feeds on bad people - the ones who get away with crimes and don’t face any consequences. when she comes home with her belly full, though, she seems full of life - joyful and bright.

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curious DEMON girl ♡

pointy ears! gahyeon has pointy ears and pointy teeth. she mutters in a dead language - one not even historians have heard of. her nose scrunches when she’s agitated ; eyes growing darker and her pupil widening the angrier she got. allergic reactions to salt and holy water - they cause blisters on her skin that you nurse back to health as she pouts.

“beloved,” gahyeon frowns at you. she’s holding a shirt between her pointer finger and thumb, scowling at the fabric. “this is not soft. feels awful. how do you wear this?”

you let out a laugh, grabbing the shirt from her fingers and putting it back where it should be. “not everything is soft, ‘hyeonnie. some clothes are meant to be heavy and sturdy.”

she hisses, fangs on display as she shows how displeased she was. “blasphemy! wretched things!”

—— ♥︎ —— this was jus a little thing that popped into my head bc its spooky time. i hope you enjoyed this, thank you for reading! strawberryhmilk © 2022 do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform.

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